Running thoughts,
Embraced warmly in my arms.
I am flying high above the ground,
Out of their arms reach, they won't ever pull me down.
Visible, and yet I will never be found.
Letting go might seem hard,
But I must move on, can't give up now.
The destination is far ahead,
But I am a martlet now,
Sailing the self-built ship called Life.
-FreeMind
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 2:26 PM UTC
Running thoughts,
Embraced warmly in my arms.
I am flying high above the ground,
Out of their arms reach, they won't ever pull me down.
Visible, and yet I will never be found.
Letting go might seem hard,
But I must move on, can't give up now.
The destination is far ahead,
But I am a martlet now,
Sailing the self-built ship called Life.
-FreeMind
